He Died With His Boots On

mille : a thousand. millies milies : a thousand times. My thousandth entry, and the best I can do is wonder why one thousand isn’t called “one million” since “mille” is Latin for “a thousand”. I tried to look up the etymology of million on Google to find out why it’s called that, but all…

Well, another morning came and went, and another MRI has been performed on the ol’ hepatic lobes. I figure Dr. K should see the results in a few days, and so I’ll but him around the end of the week to find out if there’s been any changes. It seems rather weird to admit, but…

Words build a relationship with whomever encounters what another has have to say. What you write, and what you speak, is a structure every bit as much as a wall, a building, a pavement or a statue is. What you build is a reflection of who you are. Spoken words are a mist that dissipates…

I came home tonight a bit late. I’m going to a friend’s wedding in a few weeks, and I’ve panicked about the outfit I’ve picked out. I’m afraid it’s going to be way too formal. It’s a long off-white dress with a mandarin collar and short sleeves. I was going to pair it with a…

What the …? California officials seize man’s pet hippo? I don’t care what the Prof says when he waxes poetic about the state he left behind; there’s weirdness on that there coast. As feared, I am not settling in well to work today. Fortunately, the bulk of my work is bit-and-piece stuff that allows me…

The weekend was, all in all, uneventful. That made it restful to experience, but pretty difficult to write about. I’m still oscillating between being unable to sleep and then sleeping for ten or eleven hours like some winter-bound tulip bulb, but at least it means that I can look forward to a good night’s sleep…